Don’t Believe the Hype
New Year’s Eve is not important. It’s a government-sanctioned day to get shit-faced; that’s it. It’s about as significant as the hellacious bubble-pop gangbang that was the Rockefeller Center Tree lighting or the extended mid-winter’s nightmare known as Valentine’s Day. Fuckers are suckers.
Every day begins a New Year. EVERY midnight is a reason to celebrate. So is every time you wake up. Where’s the glitter ball dropping on the midnight after July 27th?
This is a ridiculous time to start the New Year anyway. Yeah, originally it’s from the winter solstice, when there’s the least sunlight in a given day. It’s a sweet, pure, positive thought – from nothing comes everything. But what about the first day of Spring? When everything’s in the middle, timewise and temperaturewise, and on the upswing? With some momentum instead of a cold start? That seems like a much bigger burden, starting from scratch.
And why does this have to be a happy night? You’re a year closer to your grave. Makes me wanna drink–
Feel bad when you have to and feel good when you can.
Don’t let them partition your enjoyment.
